作词 : Austin Post/Louis Bell/Olufunmibi Awoshiley/Shayaa Abraham-Joseph

作曲 : Austin Post/Louis Bell/Olufunmibi Awoshiley/Shayaa Abraham-Joseph

Ha ha ha 

Tank God Beats

Ayy, I've been ****ing hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

****ing with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, man them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black

I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"

Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke

She ask me light a fire like I'm on some

Ayy, act a fool on stage

Prolly leave my ****ing show in a cop car

Ayy, shit was legendary

Threw a TV out the window of the Montage

****ing on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn

Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in

Sayin', "I'm with the band"

Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket

Tryna grab up on my pants

Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man

And they all brought a friend

Yeah, ayy

Ayy, ayy, I've been ****ing hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

****ing with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, man them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

I've been in the Hills ****ing superstars

Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)

Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool

And they ain't got on no bra (no bra)

Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks

And now she screamin' out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)

They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage

And you only got 6 cars?" (21)

I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)

Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)

Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)

L.A. bitches always askin' 'Where the coke at?'

Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car

Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard

I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard

Livin' like a rock star, I'm livin' like a rockstar

Ayy, I've been ****ing hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

****ing with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, man them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (ta-ta-ta)

Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star

Rockstar

Rockstar, feel just like a rock...

Rockstar Rockstar Rockstar

Feel just like a...